A curious mind

What a long day, work all day and then get on a plane at 11:30 for 7 1/2 hours. As much as I can sleep anywhere, I had trouble sleeping on the plane. The flight to Glasgow was uneventful. T's sister Rande and brother-in-law Jim were there to get us. We left the airport "Crikey, you're on the wrong side of the road" and began the drive up to Dingwall . Another 4 hours. Two things off the old checklist: as soon as we left the airport we saw sheep roaming the countryside and a castle.

One of the castles was "Robert of Bruce's" Sterling Castle from Braveheart. You can see the monument out front from the betrayal.

The other one was a big white monster (as T says, "it's from a fairy tale") that looks huge called "Blair Castle" I'll get the name for it later.

We stopped at a little diner for lunch (no surprises there) after walking out of another "tourist trap" that was a bit expensive ("exhorbitant", as J would say)

The first thing we noticed about Dingwall is that the signs are bilingual English-Gaelic. Small town of about 5,000. R who was the tour guide at this point was one continuous "so and so lives there....of everyone in the family". Eventually, we got settled at their place. We stayed awake for a little while, but crashed pretty hard. For me, it turned into 13 hours of sleep.